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coredrill · 1 year
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EVERY PROMARE SCENE
59/? ▸ Galo Learns About the Parnassus
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cannibalsamruby · 1 year
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I'm surprised that I've never heard of Ronnie and Reggie Kray before watching Whitechapel
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samantha-rae-velcher · 9 months
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The club
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Reggie Kray x Fem reader
Requested by: anon
Warnings: Angst, swearing, smut, fluff, use of a weapon, threats of death, Reggie because Why tf not.
A/n: 18+ NSFW if you don't like the warnings please don't read!
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Y/n sat there on her couch thinking about the last few months, Reggie and her had gotten married 6 and a half months ago and here she is feel lost and unappreciated. He barely comes home, and when he does he goes straight to bed. Sometimes he doesn't even say "I love you."
Y/n was done with being ignored. She was done with Ronnie talking down to her like she was nothing, this had to stop and it had to stop now. She grabbed her coat, making sure she had her two daggers. Y/n marched out of the apartment, down the street, and halfway across town to the club. It was empty all except for, Reg, Ron, Teddy, and a few other men she didn't recognize.
"Reg." Y/n said from across the room.
"Be with you in a minute, love."
"Reggie, please. We need to talk."
"Yeah, well I'm in a meeting." The tone in his voice was some what aggressive, she couldn't tell if it was directed at her or not.
Y/n didn't care at this point, she trudged up to them. Pushing past the hurd of men, surprising Reg with her boldness.
"Nah, right now. You've been ignoring me for weeks, if not months. You stay out late doing god knows what, your brother always looks at me like he wants me to die. Strange men show up at the house, I'm constantly being watched by the police, and when you do finally speak to me it's "I'm in a meeting."
"Jesus, Reg. You gonna let her talk to you like that?" One of the men asked. "I think you should take her home and put this sluts mouth to good use."
Before Reg could do or say anything, Y/n grabbed the man by the back of the neck, and bashed his head off the bar. He stumbled back and went to take out his gun, but she kicked him in his stomach causing him to collide with a bar stool and fall on his ass.
She pulled him up by this tie, holding her dagger to his neck.
"What did you just call me?" She growled.
The man grit his teeth when Y/n pressed the blade harder against his neck, drawing blood.
"You dumb American bitch."
Reg watched as Y/n pressed her dagger into the man's side, his cries filled the club and probably reached the ears of nearby cops. The man laid on the floor whimpering as he attempted to stand.
"You ever call me that again and I'll kill you in the most painful way possible, are we clear?"
This new side of Y/n had the front of Reggie's pants tighten, his heart raced as he watched Y/n's eyes fallow the man while he ran out of the club.
"That's the kind of people you spend your time with?" She asked. "Him over me?"
"Y/n I-."
"You what? You promise to be better? You promise that things will change? You promise you promise you promise? Well guess what! I promise you this Reginald Kray, I promise you that when you get home, I won't be there."
She slid her wedding ring off her finger and set it down on the bar, swiftly leaving the club.
Reg picked up the ring, he felt like he had been stabbed in the heart. He loves Y/n with everything he is, he never wanted to hurt her.
"Well, sometime it just ain't ment to be." Ron's voice came from behind him.
"Shut the fuck up Ron."
Reg turned, putting the ring in his pocket. He bolted out of the club, looking up and down the street for any sign of Y/n.
When he entered their apartment, she was in their bedroom packing a suitcase. He entered and closed it as she turned back to the dresser.
"You're not going anywhere, luv." He whispered.
Y/n snatched a blouse out of a drawer, walked back over to her case, pushed his hand away and set it inside. Reg watched as she locked it and left the room, she set it by the door and went to grab her gun off the table next to the couch, but he swiped it up first.
"I said you're not going anywhere."
"Try and fuckin stop me, Reg."
With that, he dropped the gun onto the couch, made his way over to her and took her arm in his grasp. Reg pulled Y/n back to the bedroom and pushed her onto the bed, she sat back as he removed his shirt and tie. Reginald pulled her over, crashing his lips to hers. Y/n tried to pull away but his hand came up to the back of her neck, keeping her in place.
"You're not leaving me, Y/n." He growled. "I won't let you."
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"Do you think he's gonna hurt her?" Teddy asked, checking his watch for the 8th time since Reg left.
Ron looked over at him and shook his head.
"My brother? No. He loves that girl too much."
Ted checked his watch again and began tapping his foot.
"Now I know you care about the girl, just stop tapping your fuckin foot." Ron said, pointing his cigar at him.
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"So fuckin beautiful." Reg moaned as he rutted into Y/n, holding her arms down against bed.
"R-Reg please...I'm gonna cum."
He smirked and slowly brought his fingers down against her clit, rubbing tight circles, making her legs tremble and her head fall back against the pillows.
"I-ahh..." She cried out.
"Good girl, that's it cum for me."
Reg picked up his pace, his thrusts angled perfectly so he hit her G-spot each time. His hand wrapped around her neck and gently squeezed, making Y/n close her eyes.
"You like that, huh?" He asked. "You like it when your gangster uses you?"
Reg pressed his head into the pillow, with one last thrust he coated her walls. He rolled over and pulled Y/n into his side, both out of breath, they snuggled together enjoying each others warmth.
"I don't know if I can get Ron to apologize, but I most certainly try." He whispered.
"Ron is Ron, if he hates my guts...let him. He can be a stuck up crazy man all he wants."
"He cares for you."
"Bullshit."
THE END ❤️
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thenuclearmallard · 11 months
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Russia, Explained: Siberian Indigenous Population Halves Amid Suicide Epidemic
By Aliide Naylor
April 8, 2021
A suicide epidemic is ravaging indigenous nations in Siberia.
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A suicide epidemic is ravaging indigenous nations in Siberia. The Uralic Nganasan community in Siberia’s northern reaches is disappearing at a shocking rate – just three decades ago, there were some 1,300. Now, there are only around 700.
In the Nganasan settlement of Ust-Avam in Krasnoyarsk Krai, there are more suicides than natural deaths. “Six people die here every year. One of these deaths is the result of natural causes. Two or three freeze or die drunk. And two or three kill themselves,” writeNovaya Gazeta special correspondents Elena Kostyuchenko and Yuri Kozyrev after visiting the region.
The community is suffering the devastating effects of global warming, man-made environmental degradation, and severe poverty fuel depression. Out of 359 residents, just 54 have jobs.
“People crack, young people in general break down. The suicide rate is higher among young people. There is no work, nothing. Here you need to pay for lighting, and need to work for food. There is no food, no work, no money,” one young resident says. Her sister also committed suicide, leaving behind an 11-year-old son.
It’s often necessary to rely on anecdotal evidence about indigenous issues. Media reports are sparse and obtaining concrete statistical evidence about indigenous tribes such as the Nganasan is tough. And some deaths may be portrayed as suicides when there is little public information about the facts (for example, the death of one 15-year-old girl, in an uncomfortably termed “relationship” with a 24-year-old adult male police officer wasstyled in 2004 as a Romeo and Juliet story by local press).
The Nganasan are the descendants of semi-nomadic reindeer hunters, with ancient roots and a shamanistic spiritual culture. Even under Peter the Great (in the 17th and 18th centuries) there was a drive to “civilize” Russians in the further-flung regions and catch up with Europe, writes historian Yuri Slezkine. Peter instructed missionaries to find native Siberians and their “seductive false gods-idols and burn them with fire … and destroy their heathen temples”. Such ideas gained greater momentum in the 20th century, and the indigenous people were later forced into reservations under the Soviets in the 1930s. Nomadic civilizations were considered fundamentally incompatible with government-sanctioned lifestyles and these “small nations” of the North were seen as somehow representative of an undesirable past.
The Soviet state collectivized their personal property, including tents, guns and traps, and even reindeer herds. This led to a complete loss of reindeer husbandry and resulted in a steep decline in the reindeer population from the 1950s onwards.
Meanwhile, Soviet enforcement of Russian literacy made the local language almost extinct. Much like practices imposed on indigenous communities in other parts of the world, the Kremlin would take away local kids from their parents and send them to study in boarding schools.
“There, speaking Nganasan was forbidden, and teachers punished them for every Nganasan word they used — beaten with canes, kicked out of the class,” said local linguist Valentin Gusev. Today, Russia is home to 260,000 people from indigenous communities – who constitute just 0.2% of the country’s population. The government officially recognizes 40 separate indigenous groups in the North, Siberia, and the Far East.
The catastrophic impact of climate change in the Russian Arctic limits the Nganasan’s fishing opportunities — their primary food source. Meanwhile, the government continues to restrict hunting, which is a widespread source of tension between the Kremlin and indigenous communities elsewhere across Russia. With a de factoban on hunting, the Nganasans stopped following the routes of wild herds. Local food available for purchase can be out of date or moldy, and chronic alcohol use continues to plague the population.
Aggressive industrial development in the Russian Arctic has massively exacerbated the crisis among the Nganasan. Last year, a Norilsk Nickel (Nornickel) diesel spillbecame the largest human-made fuel spill in Arctic history, after which Russia’s government colludedwith the company (which is the nation’s largest nickel producer) to whitewash the disaster. The spill affected the environment that provided the Nganasan with basic food supplies. “They catch fish; they hunt deer. But there are no fish this year. And the deer left for other lands three years ago,” Kostyuchenko and Kozyrev wrote.
Last year, northern indigenous tribes signed an open letterto US business magnate Elon Musk and Tesla asking him not to purchase any nickel, copper, and other materials from Nornickel in the wake of the disaster. On average, the Norilsk Mining and Metallurgical Combine plant has released 30 tons of metallic dust and heavy metal oxides annually since it began production in the late 1930s, according toresearcher Konstantin B. Klokov.
There has been a recent spikemore generally in tensions between federal authorities and indigenous communities. Some of these nations have mobilized against an over-centralized state, government-backed environmental assaults on their sacred lands, and have demanded the return of their autonomy. In Kalmykia, for example, the majority-Buddhist region has engaged in protests against a Kremlin-appointed mayor. In Buryatia, locals rallied against a rigged election for weeks. And in a case that sent waves across Russia, a Sámi activist filed a complaint with Russia’s Supreme Court last year, after the government denied him the right to hunt without a license.
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backtothefanfiction · 6 months
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The Angel In The Garden of Evil | Chapter Fifteen: Me and The Devil
Summary: Angel is trying to hold the cracks together, will a meeting with the devil himself make things better?
Warnings: 18+ Only, genre typical content, threat, emotional distress, mentions of character death, angst, panic attack
Word Count: 2k
A/N: So I thought this would be two separate chapters but as I was writing the first half it didn't feel enough. We are winding towards the end now, there's only a few chapters left. I'm hoping to get the rest of the chapters finished to a better standard than what I feel this chapter has become, this weekend. Anyway, that being said I hope you still enjoy the content of this chapter.
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FIFTEEN
Peter regretted it the moment he did it. His stomach turned all the way back down to the car.
“Everything okay, boss?” Miguel asked.
“Yeah.” Peter sighed as he unbuttoned his suit jacket, ready to slide himself into the car. Miguel knew he wasn’t okay, but he didn’t want to push it. If Peter responded like that it meant he didn’t want to talk about it, just move forward, but the lack of flashy metal around Peter’s finger spoke volumes.
They sat in silence all the way to the Huntsman, Peter stuck in his thoughts in the back seat. ‘Why had he done that? What happened with Felicia wasn’t Angel's fault. If anything it was his fault for not saying no all those years ago when she had first tried it on with him. Should have stuck to his guns, then the Vulture wouldn’t have seen her as a target of weakness. But both of them were right.’ He hadn’t realised it, hadn’t wanted to believe it, but Felicia had meant something to him. Sure not as much as Angel, but she was there for him. She listened to him. Yes it just started as sex, but she had become a place for him to share his feelings when he had no one. Someone who made him feel more than just the Spider. Even if it had been just an act on her side, to keep her boss happy.
Miguel watched Peter through the rear view mirror the whole way to the bar. From the way Peter looked out the window, to the way he fidgeted in his seat, Miguel knew he was conflicted. He also knew he couldn’t let Peter get out of the car and go into a room of people like this. At a time when their enemy was always circling, they needed to be strong. Peter needed to be strong.
“Boss, can I say something?” Miguel asked as he pulled up to the curb and turned off the engine. Peter didn’t say anything, but the way he met Miguel’s eyes told Miguel he was able to speak freely. “You’re better with her.” Miguel said. “You know me and Angel have never really been able to see eye to eye, but she’s good for you. You wouldn’t have the business or success you do if it wasn’t for her.” He paused for a moment to make sure Peter was listening. “If you want to end all this mess with the Vulture, you need her by your side, not against you. We know you as the Spider, but she knew you before. She knows all of your strengths and weaknesses and how to work with them. And I hate to admit it but, she knows this business better than any of us. As much as I hated Kingpin, the fact he was her Father, everything he taught her, that’s what made you successful. She made you successful. And ever since you’ve been apart both you and the business haven't been the same. She’s the one who said you should work with Hobie, not those Peaky Blinders, Kray wannabes over in London and look at you and Hobie now? It was her push for F.E.A.S.T that not only helped with our finances but actually helped the city in the way you always wanted and even kept Stacy on our side.” They sat in silence for a moment as Miguel’s words sunk in. “When she left it was like seeing a piece of you die and sure since she’s been back you’ve done nothing but struggle and feel more conflicted, always feeling like you have to watch over your shoulder for her, to protect her, but I saw her when we were downstairs with that shithead Jackson Brice. Imagine if you had that version of her by your side everyday, not hidden away. If you embraced this version of her. Can you see how much stronger you’d be? It’s the only way you can take down Toomes. Together.”
Peter’s eyes had wandered to stare at his feet as Miguel spoke, but the moment he had said ‘together’ Peter’s eyes met Miguel’s once more. Those dark, life hardened eyes, suddenly soft. The care he had developed for Peter over the years, clear on his face.
“I know you’re all cut up about Cat, we all are and we all want to avenge her, but we’ve got to be smart about this, because right now, you’re playing straight into his hands. He knows that we are all stronger together. With us all working together as a team, he doesn’t stand a chance. That’s why he went running to align himself with the Italians. He needed to have a team of his own, but the Italians are only loyal to themselves, that union is tentative at best. If we’re gonna take him down, we all need to work together.”
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Angel sat on the end of the bed in shock. She immediately wished she’d kept her mouth shut. Wished she hadn’t said anything. Wished she’d never taken those pills. Wished she hadn’t made so many decisions. But she had. Those whole three years she wanted nothing but Peter, to be back by his side, so why was she making this so difficult. In sickness and in health. For better or worse. They’d both made those vows and now their marriage felt more irreparable than ever. 
Her breathing suddenly became laboured as the reality of their situation really sank in. She didn’t want this. Her hand clawed at her chest as panic seeped in, tears welling in her eyes as she began to sob. Alone, her wails echoed off the walls back to her ears, only making the feelings trying to burst from her chest worse. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.” she repeated to herself as her body became too heavy for her, her legs buckling as she slid off the end of the bed and onto the floor. She could barely feel the pain in her ribs now over the aching of her breaking heart. Her hand clasped over her mouth, trying to keep her breaths and wails in, trying to hold herself together again long enough to get a handle on herself. She needed to fix this. It was all her fault. She needed to fix this. She removed her hand from her mouth to let out one last guttural scream. She breathed deeply as some of the weight on her chest subsided, silent tears rolling down her cheeks as she sniffed and tried to compose herself.
She reached into her pocket for her phone, pulling up the message thread from Toomes. ‘Meet tonight. The Mill Rooftop, 8pm.’ Send.
She leaned back against the bed frame, her breathing slowly coming back into control as her plan was beginning to form. She continued to look over to Peter’s ring on the top of the side table. ‘I will fix this.’ she repeated to herself, ‘I will fix this.’
She continued to repeat the mantra to herself as she slowly stood, mustering up her strength and heading towards the adjoining ensuite and walk in wardrobe to ready herself. She touched up her makeup, adding a deadly red lip, still muttering her mantra to herself as she looked herself dead in the eyes. 
“You are the daughter of Wilson Fisk. You are the wife of Peter Parker. You’ve got this. You can fix this. You will fix this.”
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She was grateful that between the three of them, Peter, Harry and Miguel had been moving the cars from the old house over to the parking garage here in Queens. As she climbed into the McLaren (Peter had of course got it for the use of Spider in the name), she wasn’t sure if it was from the drugs still coursing through her system or the adrenaline, but she was thankful that she was numb to the pain in her body right now. As she hit the ignition, the car rumbled to life beneath her, flooding more adrenaline through her body; and as she sat waiting for the gate at the top of the ramp to open, she began to mutter her mantra again, “I can fix this. I can fix this.”
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She wasn’t even sure if he’d come. As she slowly made her way up the stairs of The Mill, one of her Father’s old buildings in the Kitchen, known for its drug labs and exports, she feared she’d psyched herself up in vain. As she opened the door to the rooftop, her heels echoing powerfully on the concrete, she was relieved to see him stood waiting for her in the shadows.
“Interesting choice in meeting place.” he said as he turned away from the edge to face her. “The same place your Father fell to his death.”
“Don’t play innocent Toomes, we both know you pushed him.”
“What makes you think you’d walk away when he didn’t?”
“You said it yourself,” she said as she came to a stop before him, “you just can’t seem to kill me.” 
He raised his eyebrows at her, a flash of a smirk in his eyes, a taunt, I’d happily try again. He’s cool and collected, casual even as he sits himself on the edge of the building. “So come on then, what are your terms?” She took two steps back, her arms outstretched indicating to the building. “The Mill?” He asked in confirmation.
“Peter doesn’t do drugs. You want something to chew on, we’ll sign it over to you, let you run it, but you have to respect us and you have to respect the city.”
“That’s it? Your big bargaining chip? An old dusty drug factory?”
“Be grateful I’m not asking for a pound of flesh after blowing up the hub.”
He chuckles as his head turns to look out over the city. “Aaah yes of course, why would you care about the Black Cat after she fucked your man.” She pursed her lips, trying to keep her composure as the cut smarted. “Did you a favour really.” he continued to taunt. “You should be thanking me for making that little problem go away.”
“She wasn’t a problem?” 
“Oh, really? Because I think your husband's wedding ring currently sat on that side table in your bedroom says otherwise.” Angel’s face finally fell. “Oh you didn’t think anyone knew about that? There’s a lot you don’t realise I know. Like…” he paused for dramatic effect as he drummed his fingers against his chin, “you should be a lot nicer to the people that help you. Or how about the current whereabouts of Aunt May. Or how you aren’t in a position to negotiate anything with me, after all, it’s your husband’s name that’s on your Father’s will, not yours and last time I checked, old Petey boy doesn’t negotiate with- what’s the word the Brit used? Terrorists, was it?”
“Fine, but something needs to change. Innocent people have died. They didn’t ask for this.” Angel said growing frantic.
He smirked as he stood pacing towards her. He gripped the lapels of her suit jacket, turning her with ease, holding her over the edge of the building. Her fingers gripped tightly at his wrists, her own fractured wrist smarting with the strain. He chuckled harder as he took in the look of fear on her face as she looked between him and the ground far below. “You’re right little Angel,” he sneered, “they didn’t ask for this and it doesn’t matter as this will all be over soon.” She breathed a sigh of relief as he slowly righted her again, moving her away from the edge. “I gave you a chance to make this easier Angel when I visited you after your Dad’s little ‘accident’, but instead you ran back to him and started playing house and now look at the two of you. You put your faith in the Spider and now you will watch when I make him scream. And I will make him scream.” He paused for a moment, releasing her suit from his grip and brushing it smooth again before starting to walk away.
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neep-neep-neep · 7 months
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Galo, loud and stupid Galo, always throwing his arm around Lio in public. The rebuilding of the town formerly known as Promepolis hasn't been without its speed bumps. The people formerly known as the Burnish have not escaped Kray's exploitation without lingering trauma and illness. Some have been in the hospital for months, crowding the ICUs that were previously earmarked for victims of Burnish attacks.
And not everyone has been all right with that.
There are some protestors outside the brand new city council's headquarters. Signs painted with "no reparations for Burnish swine" and "monsters crowding hospitals but my KID can't get a bed" are held high above their heads.
Not everyone is on board with the re-integration of people identical to them into society. Lio normally scoffs and brushes it off, as he's survived intolerable violence for most of his life in comparison, but Galo.
Galo with his booming voice.
"LIO is my BOYFRIEND, BLOCKHEADS!"
The man's muscled arm is around his shoulders.
"AN' IF YOU'RE MAD HE'S A COUNCIL REPRESENTATIVE BITE ME!"
Lio makes a tutting noise as they walk into the building. He didn't ask for a bodyguard, for the firefighter to shake his fist at every anti-Burnish demonstrator or heckler. It was just one time someone threw a rock (or a bottle or something, he couldn't remember) at Lio in the street, and someone told Galo, and Galo erupted. The projectile hadn't even been well-aimed and the bruise barely felt like anything!
And to be honest he'd rather they focus on him than his people. Someone had to represent the former Burnish and advocate for their needs at the council, and he was unanimously voted inby his peers. Some of the other members consider it strange that a people of such diversity of age and experience sent him to speak for them.
"I'll leave you here, Galo," Lio says at the meeting room doors. The building is a former gym, and it used to be the weight room. Spray painted words identify the different rooms.
"All right," Galo says. He folds his arms. "You better call if something gets weird!"
That's what he's mad about. That Lio didn't tell him, and he found out through someone else. Lio hadn't wanted to upset him and ended up doing it anyway.
"Forget about that," Lio says. "Don't die fighting those ordinary fires while I'm in here."
He puts his arms on Galo's shoulders and stretches up to kiss him. Galo's lips feel rough and soft at the same time.
"Oi! Get a room!"
It's Heris. She's turned the corner and clicks her tongue at them.
Lio scoffs and turns to the door. "I was only saying goodbye."
"That's RIGHT!"
Oh, here we go.
Galo's fist is clenched as he yells "Can't a man say GOODBYE?!"
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brooklynislandgirl · 3 months
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Your answers to the LGBT muse meme whatsit were fascinating and I'm SO curious -- was there a specific moment Beth clocked that her feelings towards Ron had shifted towards romance, or was it a gradual building up of things or...?
Thank you, darling. We appreciate that. Though she's grown in some ways and changed in others from the moment of her conception on far distant, actual paper shores, I've striven to be true to her and to her internal consistency. That being said. I would have to say as with all things deeply emotional with Beth, it was gradual as arctic ice. The very first minutes of their meeting were deeply fraught with not a small amount of terror. His mien, his vocal timbre, maybe the gun...certainly didn't foster any more truer feelings than fear, regret, and maybe a little exasperation for even finding herself in the path of Hurricane Kanuha. Quickly though he put her at ease well enough with a Claude, a fire place, and a lovely cuppa on a cold, rainy, and nerve destroying night. Riley will probably shank me for saying this but I don't think he would have been unfazed with Cellar-Ron. I know she felt terror again to come face to face with a certain Panini in place of her flower growing, chocolate flake sharing publican, and the immediate worry for his absence, made only slightly less harrowing by the letters they wrote during Ron's mental health recuperation. There has always been a notable difference between the Twins for her. I maintain she can spot a Ronnie at a hundred paces in difference to Reg, and she a: finds Ron to be the more attractive brother, the taller one, the broader one, and generally the better fighting man, bless Frances and all. Perhaps the moment of feelings changing which largely went unnoticed by our intrepid pair came when she would sit on the bar-back and pin him between herself and the counter with her legs, while striving to study for her citizenship application. She'd already decided that Ron was really quite friend-shaped, as lovable and affable as any of the dogs. Forgive me if I don't recall if this was before, during, or after the gift of a Noe in her life, but a sign of deep trust and affection for Beth is to allow anyone to be that close to her scar, that they could reach out and touch it. The scar is both traumatic and kapu in her opinion. Sharks are a man's 'aumakua, and to be so permanently marked by one carries both the taboo and the sacred in the word Kapu and she doesn't really feel comfortable letting anyone, not even Andy, touching it. Maybe the moment of being stricken by lightning, and the moment her heart seized up in wonder, that she saw Ron with entirely new eyes...shaken to her foundations, though, was when John turned up. He was the entire reason she'd come to England in the first place. He'd gotten so deeply under her skin, and maybe because he had been the first to tell her that she was loved {or more correctly, and she'll never admit to this before God or anyone else... she'd asked him to love her, and his reply had been 'God help me, but I do'.} that she'd imagined John being the only one who would. But then Ron defended her when John rejected her as a student and as anything else. He'd stood his ground like some fantastical knight if for no other reason than he could see just how dejected she was, and that was the first time she'd seen him ~Ron~ act like that. And for her. Then there was the boxing event. You know of which I speak, and that was a moment where Beth understood very clearly what the meaning of Want was. She doesn't have a single ounce of self preservation in her body when she can see both Ron and Mr Kray at once.
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viktortittiforov · 1 month
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hahaha LEMME SEE - BULGARIAN RULES!
и - used for long i sounds, like ирена - irena
й - short i, the best way to deacribe is If youd type it with a Y in latin, it probably uses й! for example:
край - kray, while краи would be kraee instead (ee as in evil). i hope this made sense! also й ALWAYS needs vowels around it otherwise you cant pronounce it. sounds like yo, yu, ya, oy, ay, uy, etc.
as for ъ and ь , its similar, the first one is pronounced as in the word Under, while ь is a soft sound like latin Y again. for example кьоше is kyoshe. if you wrote it къоше it would be kuhh-o-she instead! thats what its used for, and never at the start of the word, and always with a vowel after i believe.
i dunno the third one since we dont use it in bg RIP but i hope his helped!!
@x-eins yeah thanks that helps!!! in that case й seems like it is kind of a 'j' in czech, because i think in most cases where the english transcription would use y, we use j (sounds the same), e.g. kray – kraj, perestroyka – perestrojka, yogurt – jogurt etc lol
with ь and ъ it's a bit more complicated lol but comparing with czech i think the first one is a bit of a mix between: our háček (what we call the hat in the hat letters - č, š, ň, ť, ď, ž), which is basically an indicator to soften the letter in question; our j, again, but only when it's after the consonants which don't have a hat letter version in cz (k, l, p, v, b, m, g, f, h), which again somewhat softens them (e.g. pyotr would be Pjotr in a czech transcription, though that might be written as пётр lmao, but let's not get into ё); our i, which also sometimes softens the consonant preceding it but only if that consonant is d, t, or n (DON'T ASK ME WHY THIS IS SO COMPLICATED); and our ě which again softens consonants (there are rules as to which consonants can precede it but essentially the english transcription of it would be 'ye').
ъ on the other hand is like??? what the hell. but as far as i understand it it's only used in front of certain vowels which *could* soften a consonant, but the ъ is there to indicate that they don't.... and some websites say it's only used after the prefix before a root word if the prefix ends with a consonant and the root word begins with one of the potentially softening sounds which would have y in them in the english transcription (я, ю, е, ё, so words like объезд or подъезд, which are objezd and podjezd respectively in cz, but this is the j that importantly doesn't soften certain consonants... 😮‍💨 this is where it gets kind of tangled up and confusing, but essentially podjezd if written as podězd would be like writing the word without the ъ in cyrillic...). but these rules might vary across slavic languages lol i wouldn't be surprised if they did, i think a lot of the pronunciation rules i am able to get my hands on are russian pronunciation rules
and as far as i understand it the one that you don't use, ы, is basically what would be y in czech, WHICH FOR US IS A HARD SOUND TO MAKE EVERYTHING VERY EASY FOR PEOPLE WISHING TO LEARN CZECH. we literally call it "tvrdé y" (hard y) and we call i "měkké i" (soft i), and where i would soften a consonant, y doesn't (it never softens anything) lmao and we also have a whole set of rules around when to use which i/y FOR THE CASES WHERE THEY SOUND THE SAME (the cases where i doesn't soften a consonant)
sorry this accidentally ended up containing a lot of unnecessary and cursed info about czech which is making me question how the fuck i ever got competent at speaking/writing/pronouncing this language 🫠
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ronmanmob · 4 months
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WHAT CAN YOUR MUSE DO ?
BOLD what your muse can do. Italicize for something they can do to some extent. Repost!! Do not reblog!!
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Ron Kray
bake a cake from scratch / ride a horse / drive a submarine / speak a second language (li'le bits of lots) / dance / catch a fish / play an instrument / throw a punch / build a deck / ice skate / unclog a drain / program a computer / change a flat tire / fire a gun / sew / juggle / play poker / paint / fly a kite / sculpt / write poetry / change a diaper / sing / shoot a bow and arrow / ride a bike / swim / sail a boat / do a backflip / play chess / give cpr / pitch a tent / flirt / stitch a wound / read palms / use chopsticks / write in cursive calligraphy (if he's copying it, yes) / use an electric drill / braid hair / make a campfire / make a mixed drink / do sudoku puzzles / wrap a gift / give a good massage / jump start a car / roll their tongue / do ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ᴛʀɪᴄᴋꜱ! / do yoga / tie a tie / skip a rock / shuffle a deck of cards / read morse code / pick a lock / fly a plane / train animals / fix a car / apologize / write a business letter / write in a second language / say the alphabet backwards / read music / cook complex meals / change oil / paint nails / draw / socialize / march / take apart a gun / drive a rig / operate a tank / climb a tree / rock climb / tie a cherry stem / basic first aid / draw blood / put out a fire
Stolen from @brooklynislandgirl Left out for anyone else to play with
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wandawiccan60 · 1 year
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Happy Halloween Darlin'- (Modern AU)
A Reggie Kray & Ronnie X Nora(FemOC) Drabble
A/N: Hey everyone and happy Fall so far I wanted to write this short drabble and this fic inspired me when I went to Halloween Horror Nights at Universal Studios Hollywood some time ago (it's a Halloween event that they do every year for those of you who don't know). And I wanted to make a short cute story including the Kray Twins and I thought what if The Krays traveled to a Halloween haunt for fun you know?? So here it is and I hope you guys enjoy this short story. I want to thank you all again for reading my fics as always. Please again comment, reblog, and support the blog. It'll mean so much for the page and I appreciate you all as always who stick around and read my stories. As always guys thank you for reading and catch up with you guys again later. See Ya!!!
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WARNING 18+ ONLY!!!: Some Cussing, Spooky Themes, Some Sexy Time, Some Fluff, & Halloween Vibes
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“Reggie dear, can we not go, please? You know how I act if we go to this Halloween attraction you bought tickets for in America. You already should know that I hate spooky and disturbing things,” Nora said, folding her arms together while giving an angry pout to Reggie.
Ronnie, however, was busy reading a newspaper next to where Nora was sitting, while a small smile spread across his face. Both Ronnie and Reggie have a thing for extreme Halloween-haunted attractions, and they thought that going to America would be a fresh experience. Here around East London, there are many that they have gone to multiple times in the past. But almost everything was the same scares and themes, and mostly it got to a point that it was boring. But it was Reggie’s idea to plan a trip to California where they have multiple theme parks that make their own Halloween haunts. Without telling Nora, both Ronnie and Reggie booked tickets anyway, knowing that his lovely girl doesn’t enjoy getting scared.
“Wha’ are you jokin’ love? It will be fun, I promise you, if you don’ like it we can do something else around there instead. I hear they also have drinks, music, and many rides to go on. We can do that and not go into the haunted houses, but baby please come with us for us please yea?” Reggie said, sitting down next to Nora but she looked the other way, not wanting to look at him.
“Yea Nora, we promise tha’ we won’ leave your side. Besides, if any of those fuckers get close to you, we will beat them to the ground. What we care about the most is wanton’ you to feel safe and maybe you’ll love this Halloween event,” Ronnie now said resting the newspaper down on his lap as he continued speaking and looking at Nora in her eyes, “it would be lonely if you won’ come with us, especially you are our lovely wife. But come now, love, come with us just this once. And like Reggie says, if you don’ like it and think it will be too much for ya, we will leave alrigh’?”
Nora then let out a small sigh while she rolled her eyes at the twins, clearly being outnumbered by both of her boys she loved ever so infinitely. Since she was a little girl, Nora found nothing fun about Halloween, but she did like to decorate for the season. But never in her life. She has ever gone to a Halloween haunted house where you pay scare actors to scream, holler, or chase after you. The only fun things she has done when Halloween was around the corner were staying at home, making some tasty desserts with her parents, going trick or treating, and just enjoying the orange leaves that fall from the trees. But she never once thought of going to get scared since she gets scared easily and would rather want to go home. While the Krays waited for Nora’s last call, she then gave up and took hold of Reggie’s and Ronnie’s hands, caressing her thumbs against their skin.
“Fine, I will go with you two, but don’t regret this because I will not want to talk to you boys when we get back home. And to put the cherry on top, and I promise you, no sex for 2 months. How about that, my lovely boys, deal?” Nora said, giving a sly smile, making both gangsters’ eyes open wider in surprise. 
“Yea sure we can handle that love… right Ronnie?” Reggie said, looking at his brother with a disappointed look. Ronnie just struggled and nodded his head, feeling nervous about what Nora said. 
“Well now, I am exhausted. We should all head to bed, my lovely kings. But I am serious about what I am telling you both, so keep that in mind, yea? Anyway, let’s go, we must rest up and actually, I got a surprise for both of you, if you would like to see that is,” Nora said biting her bottom lips gently as she stood up from the couch, still holding both of the Krays hands.
“Do you baby? Well, then we should not waste any more time than let’s see what you got for us then baby,” Ronnie said, feeling his now crotch bulge against his trousers while Reggie licked his lips, thinking, whatever Nora will surprise them with. She let out a small giggle while letting go of their large hands. Nora then sat on Reggie’s lap, giving him small wet kisses as Ronnie caressed her firm, sexy ass with his right hand. She then made her way towards Ronnie, giving those same wet kisses to Reggie. As the trio exchanged more erotic kisses, they then made their way to the bedroom, where they always share their sexual desires under the covers. Some hours later, Nora, Ronnie, and Reggie breathed heavily in and out, trying to relax their bodies. They spread out their clothes and a witch hat on the floor as Nora then gave a quick kiss on both of their cheeks while the boys wrapped their arms around her lovely body. One by one the twins drifted off to relaxed sleep, except Nora, who was the last person who was still wide awake. Thinking and feeling uneasy about the event she has to go to with the boys. She really didn’t want to go at all, but deep inside her heart she had too for the sake of Reggie and Ronnie. Knowing that they will feel sad that she won’t be around since they can’t go anywhere without their loving wife. Nora then let out a small quiet sigh, shifting on her body to the right side, caressing her fingers against Reggie’s left cheek. Nora then hears Ronnie let out a small groan as he wrapped his large arm around her stomach. Laying his chin gently on top of her shoulder, his eyes stilled closed, which this made Nora chuckle at this cute gesture. 
“My silly handsome boys, I love you both so much,” she said in a low whisper, feeling her now heavy eyes consuming her to sleep, thinking of a happier place in her dreams.
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California, USA- Halloween Day🎃
“My darlings, can we not go anymore, and instead get our money back and go somewhere else?” Nora said while walking their way to the theme parks entrance, which had many spiderwebs, jack-o'-lanterns, and other spooky decorations.
“Nora, are you jokin’ right now, love? We came all this way from home and now you want to chicken out when literally we’re right outside of the front gates? Come on, baby please just one haunted house for us please we promise you yea?” Ronnie said, holding onto her right hand under his muscular arm as Reggie did the same with her other arm.
“Ugh, I hate you both so much, and fine, fine, but keep in mind what I told you boys before we left home. So don’t whine about it after we are done with this fucking thing,” she said in an annoyed tone, making their way to the large line of people waiting to get inside the park.
Nora and the twins arrived in California two days ago, knowing they had plenty of other time to visit other places before the event. Nora felt relaxed when they would go to a coffee shop or take a walk around a park while enjoying the many orange and brown leaves of Fall. They also had the chance to go to a family friendly pumpkin trial where there were many carved pumpkins with adorable designs. Which Nora found enjoyable and something that distracted her mind and not thinking of the Halloween haunt she didn’t want to go. She wished that was the type of Halloween she wanted to spend instead of going to something more intense and not family friendly. 
After what felt like an hour has gone by, the sky was now dark as Nora and the Krays made their way inside the amusement park, getting themselves ready to have a good time. Nora then held onto both of their arms as they walked through a foggy trail where some ambience music played in the background. 
“Are you ready to get scared, darlin’?” Reggie said cheerfully, making their way through the smokey trial while Nora just ignored him while rolling her eyes.
“I think that is an exciting expression of a yes to me Reg, but I am looking forward to this,” Ronnie said with a smile while in the far distance they heard some people yelling out loud. 
Nora felt her muscles tense, expecting the worst to come even though they hadn’t gotten scared yet. She then tightens her hands around the boy’s arms until suddenly one of the scareactor’s popped out from the fog. This made Nora let out a loud scream at the top of her lungs. The scareactor, who was dressed as a creepy scarecrow with blood gushing out from his eyes, laughed while he made his way to scare his next victim. Nora then buried her face against Ronnie’s left shoulder as another actor dressed up all in black wearing a plague doctor mask appeared from the fog. 
“Oh, you fuckin’ bastard, you got me,” Reggie said between chuckles while the plague doctor made some disturbing screeching noise as he then got close to Nora.
“Ahhh, no please get the fuck away from me!” Nora yelled out as another performer, this time a woman dressed all in black with black and white makeup on her face growled close to her right ear.
Nora didn’t want to stick around for much longer until she let go of Ronnie’s and Reggie’s hands running away from them. The plague doctor and a Wolfman then chased behind her until she made it to the restrooms. Refusing to go back into the open while the scareactor gestured her to come out from safety while Reggie then made his way to her side.
“Oh, she is a runner, ain’t she, huh? Haha, I’m going to eat you alive when you come out here again?” Said the man in the Wolf mask, making a growling sound. Reggie then hugged Nora more tightly, not moving an inch away from the restrooms.
“Nora love, come on they won’t bite I got you,” said Reggie in between giggles while holding tightly onto Nore who she buried her face against his broad chest. 
“Reggie, I’m too scared to go out there again. I don’t think I can do this anymore,” she said, feeling her legs shaking lightly as Ronnie then made his way next to Nora, placing a gentle hand on top of her right shoulder, trying to relax her.
“Nora, it’s alright. Those scary fuckers are gone, and don’t back down, love, we are here with you. We will never leave your side. We promise you, you are our brave girl. Come on, let’s get going, yes?” Ronnie said with encouragement, caressing the back of her black hair, which she then looked between Reggie and Ronnie.
She took in a deep breath and let out a long slow exhaled, giving in the words that Ronnie gave her. After a moment later, she then felt more at ease and the next thing they know they ended up doing their first haunted house maze of the night. Nora was screaming and laughing while Ronnie let out girl-like screams while Reggie laughed his ass off. While holding onto Nora by her waist, trying to fast walk through the last room of the haunted maze. Once they got out of the house, they all breathed in some fresh air. Ronnie placed his hands on top of his knees. Bending forward, trying to regain his strength from screaming too much.
“Reggie, you fucking wanker, you said you were going to go in the front. What the fuck?” he said in an annoyed tone. Reggie was busy laughing along with Nora, who she had a big smile on her face.
“Haha, you should have heard yourself, baby. I never thought you had a scream of a 7-year-old girl in ya. I should have video taped that and saved it for later,” Nora said, giving Ronnie a peck on his left cheek rolling his eyes in embarrassment.
“Fuck off the both of ya, yea, we should keep going. We have more houses to go do. How are you feeling so far? Is it too much for you already since you seem you’re not bothered at all by your acting right now? Are you liking it?” Ronnie said, wrapping his left arm around her small shoulders, giving her a smile which Nora nodded her head yes.
“At first I was skeptical of it, but once we went inside, it wasn’t too bad. I really enjoyed it very much. Everyone is coming out from everywhere. You can’t seem to not run or hide anywhere since they are all over the place,” she said, letting out another giggle, feeling her heart pumping with excitement then what she felt in the beginning.
“That’s wonderful to hear, see, and you said you didn’t want to come. And yes, we should do everything else before it gets late. We should go through this path now, come along then,” Reggie said, pointing to the other side as the trio made their way towards the other mazes they needed to go through.
At the end of the night, Ronnie, Reggie, and Nora accomplished in going through all the scary houses. But before their fun ended, they ended up going on some rides, which Nora’s favorite was the chair swing ride. Feeling her legs dangling in the air while the tail of the ride went around and around. Once the ride was over, they all made their way out of the theme park as they walked their way back to the hotel room. Which was literally next door to the theme park and all the while, Nora was holding onto her big stuffed unicorn that Ronnie won for her in one of the small carnival games. Both Kray twins only smiled, seeing how happy she looked, knowing she enjoyed a night she will probably not forget.
“Did you like tonight’s event, my sweet girl?” Reggie said, giving a kiss on her right cheek.
“Hehe, you know you think I might sound crazy but we should do that again, but next year, of course. I was expecting it to be more horrible than I thought it would be. But honestly, I ended up wanting more and never wanting it to end. What do you say, boys? Next year, we should come back again. And this time I choose where we should get scared. Is that an agreement?” She said, giving a look between the two, hoping they will say yes. 
“Why fuck yes, my dear! Of course we can do this again. How can we say no to you, ey?” Reggie said with a smile crouching nose at her way of making her let out a ‘yay’ like a little toddler.
“Thank you, boys, so much for this night. I will never forget this moment, especially with the two of you,” Nora said, hugging both of their arms with her arms as the boys gave her side kisses on both of her cheeks.
“Happy Halloween, my sweet lovely creature,” The Krays said in unison as they reached the front door of the hotel, letting Nora go in first.
“And happy Halloween to you too, my naughty handsome devils. Now what do you say we do something funnier before the sacred yea?” She said with a side smile and a quick wink. This made Reggie and Ronnie smile big at what she meant.
“Then what are we waiting for then? The night is still young for us,” Ronnie said while Nora then grabbed both of the boy’s shirts with both of her hands, giving a small tug for them to follow her.
“Then follow my lead, then my sexy gangsters,” Nora said cooingly, giving them both wet kiss on both of their lips as they did what they were commanded.
Oh, she is fucking sexy. Our woman is everything for us….
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reesellaneous · 2 years
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I’ve listened to the first episode of Archetype twice now so I’m what I think so far.
I’ll start with the things I didn’t like:
The topic of ambition- the topic was great and really interesting I just think it got lost in the conversation at times and Meghan would try to bring it around and connect it but it didn’t always fit imo.
Archetypes- I know Meghan was probably told to say the name of the podcast in the episode it just felt a bit clunky to me.
Clips- I thought some of the clip segments were a bit too long and I think one of them could’ve been taken out so we could hear more from Dr. Laura Kray.
Now the things I liked:
Meghan’s voice- I love Meghan’s voice I could listen to her speak all day
Conversational tone- I liked Meghan and Serena just having a conversation their experiences and how they dealt with the challenges they faced.
Addressing the lies- I love that Meghan is able to address some of the lies and inaccuracies about her in the media. The way they spoke about Compton was a cute little thing but it set the record straight and that happened a few times in the podcast.
Overall I really enjoyed the first episode and I’m really excited for the rest of the season. I don’t like to give letter grades for things like this so I’ll just say it’s definitely worth the listen.
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vxctorx · 5 months
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It is the fifth night of the fortnight-long festivities at the manor. I am entertaining the ramblings of an oil heiress on the superior qualities of Tussah over Mulberry, when the chatter of the group nearby with my father in attendance, crowned by the name Kray, reaches my ears over the sublime melody of the string quartet. The Duchess of Sutherland appears to have turned the conversation towards my Ronnie. "Really, it is so fascinating how these young brothers are practically cleaning up the East End. I've heard that you can finally walk through the streets again."
"Now, now, I wouldn't go that far. The state of Whitechapel is no different than how it used to be during the Great Depression. The people there are still utterly wretched, and these so called 'gangs' are simply making a dime off of their misery. I say, this is what happens when the powers that be leave the nation to its own devices."
"The powers that be? Wouldn't that be you, Lord Henry?" The Duchess' lighthearted repost elicits a gracious laughter amongst the group, and I turn my gaze towards them just in time to realise with a cold heart that my father, who hitherto was in a celebratory mood over his most recent investment, is the only person who appears unamused by the whole exchange. Instead, his eyes have very much grown fixated upon me.
"Oh, young Lord Trevor? You must introduce me to your charming friend, Mr. Kray. I, for one, am very interested in what he has to say." The Duchess calls for my attention with a slight wave of her gloved hand once she notices my gaze, and I am shaken out of my daze just in time to offer a feigned smile and answer, "Of course, Duchess."
It is long past midnight when I am summoned up to my father's office. I watch as he pours a generous shot from his favoured bottle of whiskey into an ornate tumbler. The act is shocking in itself, for he has seldom granted me such a show of weakness.
"You have brought a criminal, a crook, into my house." As he commences his speech, there is something in his voice that goes beyond the usual disappointment which I have grown used to. "I shook the man's hand while the entire world was watching. I treated him as a gentleman, because for all you have done to disgrace me and your own name, Victor, I could have never guessed you would start dallying with society's worst parasites in order to spite me." The severity of his words at last hits me upon his last sentence. "Father, this is absurd! Ronnie-Mr. Kray is a better man than you think. I realise he is quite modern in his approach, but if only you gave him a chance-"
"So now you address him by his name! Just what is this man to you? Speak." The stumble is fatal, and I knew it the second Ronnie's name had slipped across my tongue. "Nothing! Only, a friend."
As the seconds pass between the deafening silence, I see what is left of the colour in Lord Trevor's face dissipate completely. "This time, you have gone too far, Victor." A deathly pause, before his final verdict is uttered. "I will not have the likes of him in my home. You are to tell him to leave immediately."
"Now? It's half past two! Where am I supposed to send him?" I can hear the frustration in my own voice, yet I can do little to quell my indignation. To turn Ronnie out of the house in such a godforsaken hour, would be the greatest insult a man such as he could endure. I could never bring myself to inflict such a wound on Ronnie. What is more, I had never intended to make an enemy out of my father for him. "There is an inn at the village." Comes Lord Trevor's dry response.
It is in that cold, harsh moment that I come to my abrupt decision to choose Ronnie over my father's approval, for I have grown certain that the latter is a luxury I will never learn to afford.
"If you wish for him to leave, tell him yourself."
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matoitech · 1 year
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speaking of vulcan commenting abt burning rescues ‘ancient gear’ for being a ‘low level rescue team’ (he couldve been just being assholes 2 them but considering the amnt of money being poured into freeze force and their tech as compared 2 how burning rescue as one of MANY firefighting teams/stations around the city looks, i think thats pretty legit), even tho its been 30 yrs since the GWB and theyve had more time to research stuff used to fight fire and its effects on humans, burnish or otherwise, it IS possible that they were rushing more to get gear like freezing guns Out (also since BR members have to go thru training to learn how to use the gear so its not like these mechs and ice guns and stuff arent like, gonna be just handed over to the general public) esp like early on. and since kray mentions that burning rescue is the job w THE highest mortality rate (being thats what he wanted to manipulate galo into doing to try and get him killed off) and i wouldnt be surprised if some of that was attributed to their gear, both not getting updated and potentially having risks or safety issues in the first place that is considered a lower priority than having more bodies on the front line to put out the fires. cuz im sure not burnish humans have different physical responses and issues from getting shot with ice guns meant for burnish flame than someone who is burnish (clearly since it just melted off thyma and aina just used what was closest to her to get galo NOT on fire)
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thenuclearmallard · 11 months
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Languages in Russia Disappearing Faster than Data Suggests, Activists Warn
By Leyla Latypova
March 13, 202
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Local residents in the village of Verkhneye Gakvari, which is inhabited by the Chamalals, an indigenous people of Dagestan.
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Hundreds of rare languages spoken by Russia's ethnic minorities are disappearing even more rapidly than recently-published census data suggests, activists and independent experts warned, as linguistic policies imposed by Moscow do little to preserve the country’s historic diversity. 
In a recent blow, Russia lost one of its last indigenous speakers of Aleut, a language native to the Kamchatka region in Russia’s Far East and Alaska, in October. 
Gennady Yakovlev, who passed away aged 86, was also one of the few remaining people to know and use the Medny Aleut dialect. 
“The number of people who identify themselves as non-Russian and consider their native tongue their primary tongue is declining year-by-year because the space for using these languages is shrinking dramatically,” Tatar language activist Marsel Ganiev told The Moscow Times. 
While official data — in particular figures from Russia’s 2021 census released in December last year — show a decline in linguistic diversity, activists and experts who spoke to The Moscow Times warned that the situation was even worse on the ground.  
Other languages that appear headed for eliminationinclude Kerek, native to Russia’s Far Eastern Chukotka region, which is only spoken by one of Russia’s 23 living ethnic Kereks. 
Another language native to Chukotka, Central Siberian Yupik, has just one active speaker remaining, according to the census. 
In total, Russia has 193 ethnic groups who speak over 270 languages and dialects, according to official statistics. The greatest concentration of linguistic diversity can be found among the indigenous peoples of the North Caucasus, Siberia, the Far East and the Russian Far North. 
The results of the 2021 censusshow that the number of speakers of nearly all of Russia’s minority languages declined over the decade since the previous population count.  
The number of speakers of Chuvash, a Turkic language spoken primarily in and around the republic of Chuvashia in Russia’s Volga region, for example, dropped from over 1 million speakers in 2010to just over 700,000 in 2021. 
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Nanai children in the village of Sikachi-Alan in Khabarovsk Krai, Russia.
I. Shagautdinov / TASS
Karelian, a Finnic language spoken primarily in the northwestern republic of Karelia, lost more than 11,000 speakers in the same period. 
Despite these numbers, some activists and experts believe that the census paints too-rosy a picture when it comes to linguistic diversity. 
“The number of speakers of the vast majority, or maybe even all, languages of Russia’s minorities is declining rapidly and that’s no secret,” linguist and co-founder of the Country of Languages, a digital platformfor language activists, Vasiliy Kharitonov said.
“But I’m not sure we can assess these dynamics through censuses.”
While official statistics might help to identify trends, they fail to capture the real number of active language users, according to Kharitonov. 
For example, the 2021 census suggested the number of speakers of Nanai, once common in Siberia and northeast China, includes about 1,000 speakers under the age of 19. 
“I haven’t yet met a single person of that age [under 19] who could be definitively labeled as a proficient speaker,” said Kharitonov, who previously worked on a program promoting the Nanai language among children. 
Instead, the census data reflects a growing interest in Nanai rather than any real knowledge or day-to-day use, according to Kharitonov.  
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The same concerns were echoed by Dashin Amgalan, a teacher of Buryat, a language native to the peoples of Buryatia, a republic in Siberia. 
While the 2021 census suggested the number of speakers of Buryat increased from 218,557 in 2010 to 306,857 in 2021, Amgalan believes there was actually a decline. 
“I don’t trust these numbers at all. The dynamic is linked solely to how the questions in the census were formulated,” Amgalan told The Moscow Times. 
According to census forms publishedby Russia’s State Statistics Service, those taking part in the census were invited to identify up to three languages that they “spoke” as well as their “native” language with no indication of language proficiency. 
“A person might be able to say just two phrases and consider themselves a Buryat speaker, though that is not true. Knowing just two phrases is not a sign of knowing the language,” said Amgalan.
The results of Russia’s 2021 census, which was delayed for a year due to the coronavirus pandemic, have been widely criticizedby sociologists and demographers for methodological errors and even some instances of data falsification. 
As many as 42% of Russians admitted to having not participated in the census, according to a December surveyconducted by the independent Levada Center. 
Despite Russia’s linguistic diversity, policymaking on minority languages is limited and there are few measures to preserve indigenous languages.  
Existing programs aimed at protecting minority languages are stifled by a lack of funding, bureaucratic obstacles and a shortage of trained language specialists, according to experts. 
With no state agency dedicated to the issue of language policy, most minority language measures in Russia are developed by the Education Ministry. 
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Russia Day in Kazan, Tatarstan.
Yegor Aleyev / TASS
“Education … could be called a basis for the knowledge and use of native languages,” said linguist Kharitonov. 
“But education has a tendency to widen the use of Russian by means of sidelining minority languages.” 
Kharitonov believes that the few examples of successful minority-language development programs were implemented “in spite of” the Russian government.
“The same could be said for many languages with good potential for survival such as those in remote areas of Tuva , the Yamalo-Nenets region and Dagestan. There, the languages were often preserved better because of the distance from so-called ‘civilization’ and, particularly, the trend for Russian monolingualism,” Kharitonov said. 
Activist Ganiev believes that using minority languages in all spheres of life — “from kindergarten to the president’s office” — is the key to their preservation. 
The republic of Tatarstan, which has been hailed for its success in maintaining and developing the Tatar language, offers one possible example. 
Not only was Tatarstan a pioneer in education reform, quickly ditching Soviet-era language-teaching practices after 1991, but the Tatar language was mandatory for pupils of all ethnic backgrounds in the republic’s schools until 2017 when, under pressure from Moscow, it was made voluntary.  
Even so, the number of speakers of Tatar — Russia’s largest minority language — declined by more than 1 million between the 2010 and 2021 censuses. 
Despite the apparently relentless trend toward monolingualism, language activists and educators are not entirely despondent, pointing to a growing interest in learning minority languages. 
The ongoing war in Ukraine may even fuel this process, according to some activists, as ethnic minority communities seek to distance themselves from the Russian invasion. 
“Interest in Tatar has certainly grown since the start of Russia’s war in Ukraine,” said Ganiev, who runs a Telegram channelfor Tatar-language learners. 
“People have become more interested in their ethnic identity and want to identify less as Russians and Russian-speakers,” he said.  
“For them, the Tatar language … helps them to differentiate themselves.”
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“Wait a sec: what do you mean you don't celebrate Christmas?!”
That was possible? Wasn't Christmas, like, a mandated holiday?! First time Galo's hearing of it, anyway—technically speaking, Galo himself hadn't celebrated the holiday in its entirety, back whenever he was at the orphanage. They put up a tree, lined the windows with lights, but Galo didn't recall much else... aside from cookies, by which he partook heartily. Santa was always in the form of Kray Foresight, minus the beard, minus the gifts.
Didn't always show up, though.
Lips pursed, Galo brought his forefinger and thumb to frame his chin in thought. Sure, the New Year had come and went, but it wasn't like Galo'd put up any of his decorations, ever reluctant to place the tree back in its box, pull free the nail hanging the stockings.
“How about we have a second Christmas? You know, just me, you, 'n the team! Sucks you had to miss out on it, so, what if you didn't miss out?” logic didn't always prevail in his thoughts, but it made sense to him. “'Sides, I've still got a few more gifts to hand out! Trust me, I save for Christmas, like, most of the year. Christmas funds and pizza funds!”
Two of the most important times of the year, naturally.
@frozen-hearts-cannot-be-broken // starter!
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We'll start with Inferno - which, while I've spoken about to ad nauseam - is officially-unofficially-Galo Thymos' theme. The song speaks to a lot of Galo's strengths and weaknesses, and is played frequently throughout the movie... although, not always where it can be heard. In PROMARE'S official theme, there are notes taken specifically from Inferno, further highlighting Galo's importance / influence. The message being? Getting back up after being beaten down, and going higher and higher.
Say I don't understand, but I don't give a damn Even told me that I wouldn't reach the top But I follow my grandfathers' journey I know I can be the man that I should be
I know I can be the man I should be refers to Galo's efforts to be heroic and Lio knowing that he can, and will, be the one to stop Kray Foresight. This is a message carried throughout the entirety of the film, and never is it forgotten.
Ashes, the very antithesis of Inferno, is the theme song for our other main protagonist, Lio Fotia. Notably, while Lio is, himself, a Burnish, Galo is the one given the 'Inferno' title; this is implying that, due to the endless conflict and Kray's experimentation, that is what Lio has been reduced to... by knowing the truth. Truth that Galo is not aware of at the beginning of the film. Therefore, it makes the most sense for this song to play throughout Lio and Galo's confrontation in the cave where Lio addresses these allegations to Galo himself, citing them as truthful, and in that moment -- Galo, too, becomes ash.
Something that is neat about both of their themes is that they mention one another. Inferno:
Trails of fire, you always knew They would carry me home They'd lead me to you
This has a double-meaning, wherein it's speaking about Galo's occupation as a firefighter as well as Lio being the literal fire that brought Galo to him. After imprisoning Lio for his crimes of arson, Galo first spots Lio in his reflection, enveloped by fire as Lio and other Burnish members make their way to a hideout.
I got a rage inside that's making me shout
This one is more direct, since it plays during the outro right as Lio's title card comes on screen, but a cute nod nonetheless. Now, for Ashes:
Uncertain flame of hope I found Will you lead me back on the right track?
Calling into attention their themes' names once more, Lio is directly referring to Galo as a 'flame of hope' a fire that is opposite of Lio's, but a fire nonetheless. In this, it is said that Lio has gone astray from his core ideals; that Burnish are not violent, that they would never hurt a living soul. This is true, all up until the ending of the film, wherein Lio tries murdering Kray Foresight -- and is then led to Professor Deus, the right track, by Galo... albeit unintentionally.
Nexus, likewise with Inferno and Ashes, pertains to both Galo and Lio however is told from Lio's POV.
Hate Blinding me, and your love When you're talkin' about him Sound just like a broke' record
This is in reference to Galo's admiration for Kray, the movie's villain. Lio is blinded by his hate for Kray Foresight; Galo is blinded by his love for Kray Foresight.
I can see your tears inside Hanging on the deepest pain Yeah, we both are bruised He's the reason why
This is the second time in the track 'tears' are referenced; it's implying that, before the reveal, that Galo has been hurt by Kray as well... except whereas Lio's scars are visible, Galo's is not. It's, in a sense, Lio trying to tell Galo that Kray has done just as much wrong to Galo as he has to all of the Burnish.
So spend some time with me I really like your company We're not so different Flip the coin it doesn't matter
Lio is the first one to make the teammate comparison with he and Galo; and thus, foreshadows their coming together near the movie's finale.
Now, Gallant Ones is told from mainly Galo's POV, but it references them both.
The flicker of the candle light, it hypnotizes like your stare -- The pyro in us wants to watch the kingdom of your castle burn
Something important, very important, to note about Galo is how he feels about teams. Whenever Lio is first captured, Galo says:
I'm... no actually we... we're a rescue team.
He doesn't contribute all of the success to him. He says that it was a team effort. That is precisely the point Gallant Ones is getting across; he is proving to Kray that he and Lio are stronger because they're a team, and they're fighting the good fight... unlike Kray, who is alone, and is now fully unveiled as the villain of the movie.
You are the engine and the power Let's fight this tooth ’n' nail! I am the pilot in this game and this team will never fail!
Now... Koori ni Tojikomete, the ending song for PROMARE, is both easier to pin down and harder. It's especially important to note that the singer has mentioned two things pertaining to this song: that it's about unrequited love, and that it's about Lio and Galo's relationship. I believe both statements to be true, however the first isn't exactly how most people deem it to be. Of course, translations can be wrong, and I don't personally speak Japanese -- but, the general consensus for the lyrics are as follows:
You're cold like ice but You might melt from a fiery love The spell has been cast so I hope it's still okay to love you -- It's painful to have your true nature seen so You're always escaping to a far off place A spell can be cast  I'll be better behaved so I hope it's still okay to have faith
This is Galo pointedly speaking to Lio. Due to the events of the movie, Galo recognizes that Lio's gone through some hardships - one of the most major being the loss of the Promare, his fire - and that he hopes, with Galo's help, Lio can overcome that chill. By Galo hoping that it's 'okay' to still have faith, he wants this relationship with Lio... but he doesn't want to hurry it. He doesn't want to hurt Lio.
Hurry and freeze me, right now I will embrace both your lies and your truths so  Don't go, don't disappear In the midst of that snowy city Please don't discover the light 
Galo's afraid that by overcrowding Lio, he'll push him away, and by this point Galo really, really doesn't want to be that. By telling Lio to 'freeze him now,' he's asking Lio to let him in. That he wants to be there by him and for him, but that he especially doesn't want Lio to go away. It then switches POVs to Lio:
If you vanish, I will become ash These burning feelings will go up in flames If my dream can come true once more then I want to return to when I was happy I hope it's okay to wait Love will surely endure  -- Imprisoned in ice Until the moment these hands can touch your cheek, your heart I won't melt, I won't cry I will wait for you in this beautiful, icy armor  until my last breath
It's a requited love that's believed to be unrequited on both sides, despite both so desperately wanting it to be requited. And that's how the movie ends... with them becoming a team to something much, much more.
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